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In Training

Mid-October and the immediate after-effects of the bone marrow transplant seem like such a distant memory now (thankfully).

I feel so much better as Christmas approaches.


And I'm getting back to my old habits: reading, music (both listening and buying - gotta love Amazon.ca!), surfing (the internet), blogging and so on.





And just when I was getting tired and bored with daytime TV, along comes the Mulroney-Schreiber affair. There's nothing quite like a good political scandal to keep an old political junkie entertained.

My taste in food is getting more and more varied: french toast for breakfast; hot dogs for lunch; and real dinners like chicken, potatoes and vegetables. Well, of course I still like tuna salad sandwiches, too!

I've gotta work myself up to a Christmas dinner of turkey and all the trimmings. It's like I'm in training.

Book: A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini

Music: The Last of the Red Hot Burritos by The Flying Burrito Brothers
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